I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 608 - 470: Fury and the Binding Zero Chains

"You’ve already broken the seal?" A flicker of astonishment crossed Qin Tian’s features, "Didn’t you claim earlier that multiple sealing teams would need to collaborate just for a shot at breaking it?"

Gao Shiniang froze briefly at those words, shock soon etching across his face—he had indeed uttered that to the Luoho Clan, yet how did this youth Qin Tian grasp the details so precisely?

Regaining his composure, he forced a wry grin and confessed, "You’re spot on; I said exactly that, but it was merely a ploy to keep the Luoho Clan calm."

His voice darkened, terror gleaming momentarily in his eyes, "I know all too well the Luoho Clan’s brutal nature; once the seal cracks, my team and I turn worthless and face certain death. Thus, though I’ve long since shattered it, I’ve hidden the truth from everyone—even my own crew—simply clinging to extra days in search of a getaway chance."

"Prof. Gao, that was the wise move," Dongfang Haoyue declared gravely, "The Luoho Clan spares no one; to guard their secrets, they’ll slaughter you all without hesitation, just as you feared."

Gao Shiniang chuckled bitterly, gratitude shining in his gaze, "Without you gentlemen arriving just in time, my tricks would’ve only bought me a few extra months. Encountering you proves my fate hasn’t run out yet."

Dongfang Haoyue and Zhuge Yu both gave slight nods at his words.

Truly, without Qin Tian stumbling upon this spot and sparking a clash between the killers and the Luoho Clan, Gao Shiniang’s group would’ve met their end no matter how they stalled.

His life hung by the thread Qin Tian had woven.

"Qin Tian." Dongfang Haoyue now faced him squarely, "Could you shield Professor Gao with that technique from before? I need a private word with you."

"Sure," Qin Tian agreed with a nod, then addressed Gao Shiniang softly, "Prof. Gao, hang in there a bit more. We’ll sort things out soon and get you out of here."

Gao Shiniang nodded eagerly, utterly content—earlier, tucked into that odd dimension, his Spiritual Energy drained at a snail’s pace; a short stay posed no real harm.

Far from minding this minor ordeal, he’d brave far worse to break free from the Luoho Clan’s grip.

With a swift gesture, Qin Tian invoked his power, drawing Gao Shiniang into Yang Space.

That settled, Dongfang Haoyue cut straight to it, "I intend to claim that assassin; he still holds value for me."

Qin Tian’s face remained impassive at the request—he’d anticipated as much himself.

This assassin ranked as a peak Tier Seven Nine Stars spiritualist, brimming with might. Who knew if the Luoho Clan wielded Soul Seal-like tricks to crush and enslave foes into allies.

Should they, his laid trap would hand them a boon, an outcome he refused to allow.

"Consider it done; I’ll make it work," Qin Tian replied, already scanning with his senses—the assassin’s vital signs faded fast; Inzaghi’s blows had ravaged him badly, demanding swift intervention or all would be lost.

"I’ll trust you with it, then," Dongfang Haoyue responded earnestly.

Qin Tian glanced at Lan, noting how Lan’s eyes had shifted from the ice pillar, yet swirled with unspoken feelings—bewilderment, reflection, and a shadow of gravity, as if the pillar’s inscriptions had carved deep into his thoughts.

"Lan, you okay?" Qin Tian inquired gently, concern lacing his words.

Lan shook his head lightly, his tone calm as ever, "I’m fine."

"Good to hear," Qin Tian exhaled in relief, his face hardening as he fixed Lan with a steady look, "I may need your assistance shortly."

He knew well the assassin, though battered, remained a elite Tier Seven Nine Stars powerhouse. Even with damaged Spiritual Energy, capturing him demanded caution.

Lan’s enigmatic Ice Ability offered immense power; with Lan’s aid, dangers would plummet while odds of success soared.

Lan nodded without pause, replying simply, "Okay."

Concise and direct as always, yet brimming with sincerity, ready to back any plea from Qin Tian.

Qin Tian’s heart warmed at Lan’s resolute gaze, then he pivoted to Zhuge Yu and Dongfang Haoyue: "Time to move fast; lingering invites trouble."

"Hmm."

Dongfang Haoyue and Zhuge Yu nodded firmly in unison.

...

Amid the blizzard-ravaged snowfield, crimson and golden Spiritual Energy clashed and wove like twin rays rending the heavens and earth.

Inzaghi Luoho’s six limbs danced in fury: two gripped blood-red blades pulsing with Asura’s Evil Qi like writhing beasts, each stroke unleashing world-shattering force; the remaining four balled into fists aglow with scarlet Spiritual Energy, their mere gusts warping the air in turbulent waves.

Bloodshot eyes fixed on Cain, Inzaghi unleashed a torrent of blows, denying his foe any respite.

Golden Spiritual Energy swirled about Cain, forging shield after shield, yet Inzaghi’s onslaught pulverized them—blades splintering them like brittle panes, fists cracking them asunder.